9781631053283HeartsLastChanceMichaels by Kenzie Michaels Page A

bile in his
throat. “When will the Joining take place?”
    “I’ll have your brother returned in time for your ceremony.
I guarantee ours is more entertaining though.” The connection was severed.
    Brock bolted from his chair and vomited into the nearest
garbage receptacle. “That is the second image a brother should never see.”
    “I warned you.” TiGra’s voice was
gentle. “What was with asking both if they were well?”
    Brock wiped his mouth. “A code my mother came up with for
us. If we answered honestly, things were okay. But if we simply say we’re well,
then she knew we were in danger. And you saw what they did to SaLie .” His eyes filled with tears. “That is not the sister
I knew.” His voice cracked.
    “Remember, she made her choice and is of age. The only thing
you can do is keep the lines of communication open and one day, she may finally
decide to leave.”
    “I know.” Brock pinched the bridge of his nose and blinked
back the tears. “Is TaTur still in negotiations?”
    TiGra looked somber. “He will be
bringing NiKoh home in a few days. He is very sorry SaLie made this choice. LoGar will be making his apology to LiMiu and their Council
tomorrow.”
    Brock fisted his hands. “He should not have to apologize.”
    “I know, but this is their way. Are there any customs on
your Chosen ’s world that might cause us harm?”
    “Other than the fact they’re unaware of life outside their
galaxy? No. As long as I don’t call attention to the fact I have certain
powers, I blend in on Earth.”
    “Go home and get ready for your appointment, BaRok . I have things under control here.” TiGra dismissed him. “ RiKar or I
will contact you if further developments arise. Blessings.”
    “Blessings.” Brock sighed and left
the council area.

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Tricia embraced Brock when he returned, noting his anguished
look.
    “Are you okay?” she whispered in his ear as he held her for
several seconds.
    “I’ll be fine.” He released her and approached his mother,
holding her hands while gazing into her eyes.
    ReNei gasped, shaking her head.
Brock beaconed to Tricia, who slipped her hand into his as they ascended the
stairs.
    “Mother had your suit cleaned for the meeting with the
Council.” He looked her up and down. “Though you look
wonderful in my sister’s dress.” They entered the suite and Brock
secured the outer door.
    Tricia turned around to show off every angle. “I had a chat
with KiRah and RiKar .”
    Brock stopped in the process of pulling his tunic over his
head. “You spoke with RiKar also? How did you manage
that?”
    “Your sister had arranged to meet him at a café. I had no choice
but to question him.” She followed him into the bedroom. “Would it be better if
I were to stay in KiRah’s dress?”
    “No. The custom is for off- worlders to wear their own clothing. Mother is having a special garment made for our
Bonding and when we return to Earth, I want you to wear that banana outfit
again.” Brock helped her out of the dress and placed kisses on the swell of her
breasts. “I so wish we had more than a few moments.”
    “I wish I had my makeup. I want to look nice tonight.”
    “You are beautiful.” Brock swatted her bottom in a playful
manner. Stripping off his clothing, he dressed in black slacks with a matching
shirt with a royal blue stripe down his left side.
    Tricia struggled into her pantyhose, then easily slipped into the blue suit. She pulled Brock’s comb through her hair and
turned back to him, gasping at the sight. Brock’s skin had taken on the same
silver sheen as the others and his hair was now the color of raspberries.
    “I must appear in my normal skin and hair color for the rest
of our stay.” He extended his hands. “Any second thoughts?”
    “I rather like your hair color.” Tricia cocked her head. “I
believe I’ll keep you.” She stepped into her shoes, tugging each one securely
around each heel.
    “Good,